A) Because I have a low tolerance for pain.- Lara
Okay so because I'm so emo I have to lament just a little right? Good.
Soooo... let me take a page from my dear not-so-friend's book and try this on for size:
Okay so my annoying, tyrannical "friend" had made the stupid decision to take -shudder- colour guard despite my many attempts to persuade her against this. We're off-on friends though so it's sometimes hard to maintain a civilized conversation with her unfortunately. In one of these little convos, I mention in passing my opinion on the non-sport. She in return defends her so-called "sport" and as these things go, we wound up in an argument. The thing about my no-longer-friend is that she doesn't really know how to end an argument so she writes:
“Look if you're not going to be immature about this I'm not going to talk to you because I don't talk to idiots.”
Wait, she thought I was immature? Who's calling who an idiot? I'm sorry I thought adults contained themselves enough to not to call each other names.
So long story short, after discovering that she has written a very rude post about me in her -ugh- LiveJournal (Note: I don't mind LiveJournal I just don't like it as much as blogger) and had been doing so for quite some time now. AND also finding out she had dragged two more of my friends into the situation as well as some of her fellow stick- I mean flag, members into this. (Who I don't even know!) I took a leaf out of her book and chose bitch about her on this because I find that if she is allowed to continuously insult me on her -ugh- LiveJournal... then it wouldn't hurt to write one not so little one about her.
Right?
Okay so for you who skipped the whole thing here’s the parking lot version:
My un-friend is a bitchface and will always be no matter how hard I try to be mature about it and look on the brighter side of the matter. Also, we have all learned a valuable lesson, we will always meet bitchfaces and the easiest way to work with them is maintain maturity and insult them in the most intelligent way possible.
You know you love me,
Lara




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